R&R

Secret Routine

Summary: Ilana has a secret routine. Tonight, that routine is broken. Ilanca.

Author Notes: Okay so this is my first attempt at a Sym-Bionic Titan story. I absolutely love the show and support Ilanca all the way. I think they are just perfect for each other because hello, who doesn't love the opposites attract thing? The story turned out kinda lengthy, and its not exactly over yet. I was in the mood to write some smut, and here was the result. That being said...

WARNING: Sexual themes ensue. If you are not comfortable with graphic sex scenes, then this fic is not for you. If you enjoy smuttiness, then proceed right on ahead. I will not appreciate any complaints about the rating and how its technically a kid's show because I get it, but there's a reason the stories are filtered. If you came across this story, then you were probably looking for something like this in the first place.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Sym-Bionic Titan, if I did, there would be a lot more Ilanca moments, well, not like this;)

Part I

She should have seen it coming. After all, flying into a speech about the importance of paying attention in class rather than your cell phone isn't what the typical student wants to hear. Specially when the result is a teacher who could care less about a student on their cell phone suddenly cares and takes said students' phones away for the day. Needless to say, she had to do a fair share of dodging paper balls and endure countless name calling.

She hadn't realized how trivial that had been compared to what happened next.

What was worse, was having gym the next period in the pool, and as a result, having to remove all clothing and items, including the Corus watch. Even after her insisting that it was water proof, the teacher wouldn't budge. If having to remove one of her most important possessions wasn't enough, having everything stolen from your locker was. Everything. While the embarrassment could be handled, and wearing her gym clothes for the rest of the day bearable, losing the Corus watch was simply unacceptable. And she wasn't the only one who thought so.

"You what?" Ilana shifted in her seat as Lance glowered down at her. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was the princess in the situation, there was just something about Lance's gaze that made her lose all her confidence.

"Well... technically it was stolen... out of my gym locker," she watched as Lance closed his eyes and seemed to collect himself, maybe realizing it wasn't exactly her fault after all.

"How do you always get into these situations?" he asked with a sigh. She smiled sheepishly at him and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sure Octus will be able to track it, where is he anyway?" true enough, the hulking disguised robot was nowhere to be seen as the two teens looked around the cafeteria. Odd, he was always here.

"Maybe he's with Kimmy, I'll go look for him." Lance suggested.

"Hold on, do we have to do this now? I'm sure it can wait until school is over." Ilana stopped him with a hand as he began to get up from the table.

"Ilana, don't be stupid. That watch is important to form Titan. A Mutraddi creature could come at any minute. It absolutely cannot wait," Lance was quick to shoot her down and Ilana bit her lip, knowing he had a point.

"Al right, I'll come with you then," satisfied, Lance patiently waited for the lithe girl to reach his side before he led the way out of the cafeteria.

You would think that finding a hulking robot boy would be an easy task, but apparently, it wasn't. The teens looked everywhere for him. In the library, in the computer labs, and even outside. Lunch was quickly nearing its end, and with it, their chance to find Octus and the Corus watch.

"This isn't working, let's just split up to cover more ground," Ilana nodded at Lance's suggestion, making her way the opposite way he went to and deciding to check in the gym. And it was on this exploit through the gym that she came across a sight she never thought she would see in school, or anywhere for that matter.

She heard only sounds at first, groans that immediately had her thinking someone was in trouble, but the giggle that followed after it seemed to prove her wrong. It was coming from the locker rooms, and she quickly made her way over, just in case someone was being bullied. She knew more than anyone how often it went on in this school.

"Stop, what if someone comes in," she heard the feminine whisper before she saw them. Around the corner, leaning against the lockers in the girl's locker room, was a girl with long blond hair in a cheerleader outfit, and pressed up against her was a dark haired jock, trailing kisses on her neck and collarbone.

"You worry too much babe, there's no gym this period, just enjoy it," his husky whisper sent chills running down Ilana's spine as she watched as the two continued to kiss and the boy's hand slipped underneath the girl's skirt. She watched with wide eyes as the girl closed her eyes and a moan escaped her. She girl moved her arms so they wrapped around the boy's shoulders while she spread her legs wider apart. Ilana watched the boy's hand move in a thrusting motion while kissing the girl at the same time.

Ilana immediately knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn't be watching this. It was wrong. Very very wrong, but she simply couldn't tare her eyes away from the erotic scene. Already she was feeling an unfamiliar warmth in her lower belly. She watched as the boy removed the girl's shirt and bra and began to suck on her breasts. The girl's face looked breathless as the boy continued his ministrations on her with both hands and mouth.

The girl began to breathe heavier as she hung onto the boy's shoulders.

"Oh God, Nick, please," the girl moaned out.

"What do you want?" he asked as he kissed his way up to her neck.

"You," she breathed out. The boy kissed her as he removed his hand from under her skirt and moved it to his own pants. Ilana watched as he unbuttoned his pants and she saw the male anatomy for the first time in her life. A throbbing was soon making itself known in her own lower regions as she fought to look away, but her curiosity wouldn't let her. She watched as in one fluid motion the boy had removed the girl's panties and hiked up her skirt, slowly pushing his member inside of her. The two teens simultaneously let out a moan as his member completely disappeared inside of her.

For the first time in her life she felt a new emotion. An emotion so raw and powerful even she could not deny what it was. Lust.

When boy began to thrust in and out of the girl, Ilana had to press her legs together in an effort to calm the throbbing between her legs, and she could feel something moist that was gathering there as well. The throbbing was quickly becoming unbearable to the point that she had to fight against the urge to move her hand inside her shorts. She watched as the boy pounded into the girl with incredible speed, faster and faster as the sound of their moans increased. The rhythm of the couple soon became erratic and they shared a final scream of raw pleasure before their movements slowled to a stop and the couple looked at each other with labored breaths and satisfied faces.

Afraid of being caught watching the two, Ilana rushed out of the locker room and into the empty hallways, dashing into the first bathroom she saw and into the nearest available stall. She leaned against the door as the image of what had happened just moments before entered her mind. The throbbing between her legs was still there and her heart was pounding. She closed her eyes and recalled the pleasure she had seen on the girl's face as the boy had touched her. She found herself unable to resist as she bit her lip and slipped a hand inside her shorts. As her finger immediately touched her hot center, a shiver of raw pleasure running though her body. In her mind she saw the boy slipping his hand inside the girls skirt and her fingers rubbed faster against her center, sending more and more pleasure through her body.

Ilana's eyes remained closed as she slipped a finger into her slick opening, remembering how the boy's member had so easily slid inside the girl. The action was so new that it brought pleasure like she had never known before and she had to fight the urge to whimper. She slipped the finger in an out slowly, and brought in another. She remembered how the boy had thrust in and out of her, and the image in her mind caused her to increase her own pace. She was so close, she could feel it. She could feel something building up inside her. Her speed once more increased as she tried to reach that invisible goal.

She was so close now. Just a little more, just a little fast–

BRIIIINNNGGG

With a gasp, Ilana tore her hand away from herself at the sound of the bell. With wide eyes she looked at her hand with shamed eyes as she took in the wet fingers.

What had she just done?

Lance had been looking for her for a while now. He had already found Octus and located Ilana's missing items. He had searched for her in all the usual spots he saw her during the day with no luck. The day was already over and it was time to go home. If he didn't find her now, he would be a very upset soldier. Luckily, he caught sight of the figure he had come to memorize and immediate relief flooded his system.

"Ilana!" she turned around quickly, and looked to see Lance and Newton making their way over to her.

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you," Ilana bit her lip and quickly tried to think up of an excuse, running through any believable scenario she could.

"I... had to help out a teacher with some stuff," Lance seemed to accept her excuse easily enough as he handed her the Corus watch.

"Some cheerleader had it," Ilana unconsciously tensed as the mere mention of a cheerleader brought the image from the locker room to her mind, and she fought to quell the shame that still raged within her. She felt so dirty, what she had done was shameful and despicable. Never before had she committed such a vile action in her life. Where was her honor? She had stayed locked in that same bathroom all day trying to rid herself of that scene in her mind, she simply couldn't face the world with such shame. But now that it was the end of the day, she had no choice.

"And here's the rest of your stuff too," he handed her her bag and Ilana took it as she tried to smile gratefully.

"Thanks Lance," she answered as she turned to walk towards their car.

Now that Lance had a license, he was the one that drove the trio home. Octus would always ride shotgun, with Ilana in the back. As the three aliens drove home, it was easy to see what was wrong with the picture. Ilana usually had plenty to say, ranging from asking the two how their day had gone to how she had learned something new about Earth, but today, the ride home was silent.

Lance took several glances back, only to see the the usually chipper princess looking out through the window with a frown on her face. He shared several looks with Octus, only to receive a shrug in return as he too noticed the unusual change. The car ride seemed to take longer without Ilana constantly talking, and he was relieved when they finally made it home. And even when the car stopped, Ilana remained unmoving.

"Ilana?" Lance asked, and her head quickly turned to him.

"Huh?"

"We're here," he replied as he noticed realization dawn on her face.

"Oh," she quickly gathered her stuff and opened the door to get out. Lance followed and caught up to her as they made their way inside.

"Are you okay?" he asked as they entered the house, "If its about those girls that stole your stuff then – "

"Oh no! I'm fine really, I'm used to that anyway..." Ilana tried to reassure the soldier but it obviously failed as he frowned further.

"Look Lance, I'm just tired today. I'm going to my room to take a nap, okay?" he said nothing as the princess quickly took her leave and made her way upstairs and into her room. He listened until he heard her door close and with a shake of his head made his way into the kitchen for something to drink. Something was definitely not right with her, that he was sure of.

With a sigh Ilana jumped face down onto her bed, burying her head into her pillow and letting out a groan. No matter what she did she simply couldn't forget her actions of that day, and it was driving her insane with regret and shame. She was a princess, bred to be dignified and pure, a symbol to those around her. And she had... she had... defiled herself! Never had she been so ashamed of herself. Where had her self respect gone?

She could feel tears building up in her eyes and she fought hard to keep them back, but it was no use. Several tears leaked through, creating two wet spots in her pillow. She felt so disgusted with herself at that moment, she stopped caring as several more tears of shame poured down her face. When she realized that crying would do nothing to solve how she felt, she resolved to take a shower. For once she was glad that she had her own bathroom so she wouldn't have to leave her room and face anyone. She grabbed her robe and walked into the adjacent room.

She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, quickly turning it on so it was as hot as she could handle. She let the water pound on her back for several minutes before she took a scrubber and began to lather her body with soap. She wanted the feeling gone, she didn't want to feel so dirty. She scrubbed and scrubbed, even when it began to burn and her skin was raw and red. And even after long minuted of scrubbing she continued to feel dirty. More tears of shame leaked down her face, hidden by the stream of the shower. She let the water pour on her for a long time, until finally she accepted that no shower could clean how she felt on the inside.

No shower could wash away her actions.

Shutting off the water she wrapped her white robe around her body and walked back into her room. She walked over to the drawer where she kept her clean undergarments and picked a blue matching bra and panties. Her body suddenly felt tired and numb to the point that she didn't even want to change further, and merely walked back and laid on her bed, nuzzling into the pillows as sleep closed in mercifully.

"Ilana?" Lance knocked on her door, but received no response. It had been a few hours since they had returned from school, and he figured Ilana had taken a long enough nap. It was time for dinner, and there was no way he was letting her skip it. He knocked again with the same response and finally decided to turn the knob of the door. The knob turned easily and the door opened with a click. The room inside was dark, the sun having set awhile ago.

"Ilana?" he repeated as he turned on the switch that lit the room.

His eyes widened at the sight.

In her bed, was a barely clothed Ilana. The creamy skin illuminated by the light was openly visible for him to see. Every curve of her body was accented as she lay on her side, her eyes closed with her supple lips slightly parted, her chest lightly heaving with every breath she took and revealing the swell of her breasts. He had seen her without clothing before, yes, but never like this. While back in the swamp he had caught a glimpse of everything, the surrounding area and her sickened state took away the effects that the sleeping beauty now presented him with.

She was beautiful.

He had always known this of course. No one could compare to the princess he served. She was beautiful in and out, there was no denying it. It was why everyone back on Galaluna had adored her so deeply. Even her stubborn attitude was strangely appealing, an admirable quality even. She was royalty after all, a good leader must always stick to their decisions. And he had seen first hand how good of a leader she was.

He watched as she shifted, going from her side and onto her back. His breath hitched as he trailed his eyes from her face down to her flat stomach and shapely toned legs. His heart rate had increased, and he knew he should not be there.

He quickly fought the urge to remain longer, fought the desire that suddenly filled him. He turned off the lights and closed the door, taking a deep breath to clear his mind as he rushed to his room, the dinner he had originally planned to go eat already forgotten.

He needed a distraction.

She woke up to the sound of something shattering. She quickly rose from her bed, and noticing her state of dress, quickly pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. She walked into the hallway and noticed that the house lay in darkness. Had she really been asleep that long? She tried to locate where she had heard the sound come from, and walked down the hall until she heard some muttering coming from Lance's room. She knocked on his door.

"Lance?" she called out, "Is everything alright?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled the door open, her gaze quickly focusing on the floor where Lance was attempting to pick up the shattered remains of the bedside lamp she had recently gotten him.

"What happened?" she asked as she went to his side and leaned down to inspect the damage.

"Nothing. I was training, and it fell," he didn't look at her as she raised an elegant brow at his answer.

"You train in your room?" he still didn't look at her as he shrugged.

"I have nowhere else to train," he replied.

The news shocked her. She should have known better. She had never seen Lance train before, but she should have known better than to think a soldier would suddenly stop just because they were in a new environment. He might no longer be required to train on a regular basis, but Lance being Lance would never give up a habit like that. Not when it was part of his duty. She suddenly felt guilty. In a way, it was her responsibility to take care of the people under her, and by knowing that Lance used his room to train showed her how she was lacking in those responsibilities.

Well no longer. With a smile, she knew exactly what she was doing the next day. And thankfully, it was the weekend. She helped Lance pick up the remains of the lamp, and with a final goodnight returned to her room. But it was not easy to fall back asleep. Her mind was working overtime as she went over her next task, mulling over every detail and kink. It might be a challenge, and just a little expensive.

But for her protector, she would do it.

Her task proved to be the perfect distraction from what had occurred the previous day. The shame and disgust were temporarily forgotten as all her focus and effort lay on one single task. She had already talked to Octus to acquire the money she would need, and had instructed him to keep Lance away for the rest of the day. She wanted this to be a surprise.

Oh, how delighted Lance was sure to be!

She looked excitedly at the empty basement. It was plain, but she would make it magnificent. She had already cleared out all the junk that had remained, swept and mopped the floor. She had installed the mirrors across one of the walls and it was time to paint the walls with quick-drying paint. She had picked a soft beige, knowing it went well with the wooden floors.

Placing on the apron, she began.

A couple hours later, when the walls were finished, it was time to place the equipment in the room. She had done her research and already knew what she would place in the room and where. The delivery guys had done her the favor of bringing the equipment down and all that was left was to put it all together.

That was probably the hardest task she faced, but her determination didn't falter for a second as she threw herself into the task of putting together the various work out equipment. She looked at the manuals and put together each machine piece by piece, bolt by bolt. A treadmill, a weight lifting bench, a chin up bar, a hundred twenty pound punching bag, a full body work out machine, and a mat were all placed the room. A wall was dedicated to other smaller forms of work out equipment.

She wasn't sure if Lance would even use them all, but it didn't hurt to have it there just in case. He might even find himself learning something new from it all. She smiled at the thought and looked at the room she had created. It had started as a plain white room with nothing inside and turned into a training room fit for the perfect soldier. She was incredibly proud of her accomplishment and hurried to finish cleaning up. Octus and Lance were sure to be back soon, it was almost nighttime after all.

She took a quick shower to remove any paint and dust that had gathered on her while she had worked. She finished getting ready just in time as she heard the door downstairs open and the sound of Lance and Octus making their way inside.

"We're home!"

Good 'ol Octus trying to warn her of their arrival. She almost giggled as she made her way down quickly, tripping on the last step of the stairs in her rush and saved from falling only by Lance's quick reflexes.

"Careful," he said and set her firmly on her feet. He was glad to see she was smiling brightly, a good change from the previous day. He had not liked to see her upset, specially when he didn't know the reason why. But right now, it mattered little as he saw excitement shining in her eyes.

This was the Ilana he liked to see.

"I have a surprise for you!" she cried out with her hands together in front of her. He raised an eyebrow. He should have known. It was just like Ilana to have Octus take him out on a "bonding" session as a form of distraction from whatever she had set her sights on this time. Whatever it was it better be good. He had never been more bored going out with the stoic Robot than he would have been just playing his guitar at home. He didn't fight her as she grabbed his arm and led him down to a door he hadn't even known they had.

"Has this always been here?" he asked in confusion and she sent him a bright smile.

"Yes, now close your eyes and watch your step," she instructed and was about to argue, but resisted when he remembered how upset she had been the previous day. He would humor her this time, if this time only to keep her in a happy mood. So he obliged, and was careful to hang on to her and the railing as they descended down the steps.

"Okay, keep your eyes closed until I tell you to," he nodded and he felt her pull him and lead him a short distance before they stopped altogether. He had to fight fought the urge to peek.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now," he didn't hesitate as he did just that, his eyes immediately widening as he gaped at the sight before him. Exercising equipment, training space, even a TV and a fridge in a corner. Had she really?

"Ilana..." she smiled at his astounded tone as she walked into the middle of the room, twirling around to face him.

"Now you can train all you want without breaking anything. Well I guess you could still break something but try not to, this stuff isn't easy to get," she grinned and winked, butl all he could do was stare.

"You shouldn't have..." was all he could utter.

"Don't be silly Lance. You're my protector, a soldier of Galaluna. I should have provided for you better since the very beginning."

She was the silly one if she really believed that. She was silly to think that she owed him something like this when it was an honor in itself to serve as her protector. The task was not one to take lightly and he had taken it with the utmost importance from the very beginning. He might clash with her in more ways than one, but never had he doubted how important she was in his duty. He would do anything and everything to keep her safe and sound. He would train in glass if he had to in order to do it.

"C'mon, try it out," she urged him as she walked over to him and pulled him into the room. He smiled at her antics and followed, taking in every detail of the room. It seemed too good to be true, and thought he wasn't a material person, he knew he would cherish everything in that room. He walked over to each equipment, trailing his hands across them as he took in the sight.

"Do you like it?" Ilana asked from her perch on the weight lifting bench. She was smiling hopefully at him, and he smiled.

"I love it."

And that was all she needed to hear.

She wasn't sure how it began. This routine of theirs. She had been elated to see that Lance enjoyed his gift, and she knew that he enjoyed it because he spent most of his time down there. It had become like a sanctuary to him when they were home. He was either training, playing guitar, or watching TV down there. But when he trained, he followed the same routine every time.

He trained every other day, and he would always start his training at seven o'clock after dinner. He would spend the first hour running on the treadmill in some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then he would lift weights, do push ups, sits up, and chin ups for another. The last hour he would train in his fighting style and by ten o'clock he was shirtless, sweaty, but never did he look tired to her. He would walk over to the mini fridge as if he hadn't just worked out for for three straight hours and take out a bottle of water.

She remembered the first time she had come across him training. She had gone down to see if he wanted to go rent some movies. She had been terribly bored that night and she wanted something fun to do. The sight she came across had been one that made her heart skip a beat and provided enough excitement to last her a lifetime.

He had been shirtless by then, as he used the chin up bar, sweat running down his back as he pulled himself up over the bar with seemingly little effort. She could see each muscle clearly defined in both his back and in his arms as they worked to pull his weight over the bar. The sight had made her blush. Then he moved on to practice his fighting style, each punch, kick, and flip somehow hypnotizing her and keeping her rooted to her spot from where she watched. She couldn't help but find it incredibly appealing as she watched his perfectly coordinated movements. So deadly, yet so graceful.

He was perfect.

There was a reason why the female population of Sherman High swooned over Lance, but even they would faint at the sight she was presented with. Perfectly tones body, chiseled chest and stomach. Somehow she knew if she were reach out and feel them they would feel as strong as steel. And that's how it started.

Her little infatuation. Her little attraction.

Her strong desire.

He did something to her that night. He stirred the emotions she had felt only once before. Emotions that had shamed her and disgusted her. The lust she had first experiencing in that locker room returned tenfold when she watched him.

And she watched him a lot.

Her little infatuation had gotten the best of her as she watched him secretly every day he trained. She had memorized his routine. She knew just when to arrive and when to leave so she wasn't noticed. She watched him for those hours with so many emotions. It was both overwhelming and thrilling. She admired his dedication and strength, and found herself liking him more and more each time. She watched him so much she had come to learn a lot about him she otherwise wouldn't have known. How he preferred to kick with his left rather than his right leg, how he was slower with his left arm than his right, and that cute little smile of satisfaction at the end of each training session.

She often found herself fantasizing while she watched him. She imagined him on top of her, kissing her lips and neck, his hands caressing her sides with those strong arms. She imagined her own hands roaming his body, being able to feel his chest, run her fingers down his stomach and through his hair. She imagined what it would be like to kiss those lips and feel his body against hers. What it would feel like if he touched her in places she had never been touched by a man before. When it was time to leave, her body was hot and excited.

She had to fight the lust that invaded her thoughts and body when she lay in bed. It was almost impossible to sleep when all she could think about was the boy that slept just a few feet away. How easy it would be to just sneak into his room and slip into his bed... how easy it would be to get on top of him and lean down to kiss him...

She ended up being so frustrated that she just simply couldn't stay in that room. So she began her own exercising routine. She would wait an hour after she was sure Lance had gone to bed, changed into some black shorts and a sports bra before she quietly made her way downstairs. She didn't want to use the treadmill in fear that she would wake someone up, so she resorted to simply training with her body. She had been watching Lance for so long and so closely that she could easily recall every movement he had made, and it wasn't hard to imitate his movements.

She was no expert by any means when it came to fighting. She had always been protected by Hobbs, but she had learned a thing or two from her dear bodyguard and because of it she was no weakling either. She had to know something in order to form Titan after all, it wasn't an easy task and while Lance may be "the body" she had her own part it in when she wanted.

She didn't train as long as Lance did either, she just didn't have that kind of stamina or focus, so she trained only for an hour. Enough to tire her body and make it easier to fall asleep afterward. Enough to keep her lusting thoughts away, but even then it proved to be a challenge. Already more than once she had experienced dreams that made her groan when she awoke and made it hard to simply look at Lance without remembering them.

Her frustration was beginning to affect her in everyday life. It was becoming harder and harder to focus in school when her thoughts were invaded by her dark haired protector and the dreams he was an active participant in. Even when fighting the occasional Mutraddi beasts, she found herself detached in her role, scared that a thought would slip and let Lance or Octus know of her current predicament. She knew she needed to stop her little routine if she hoped to keep up her focus and stop her raging feelings.

But she couldn't.

So when one night seven thirty came, and Lance remained in the living room, Ilana immediately noticed. She was confused as to why he wasn't training, and maybe, just maybe, a little disappointed the routine had been broken. By eight o'clock she couldn't resist as she went and sat next to him.

"How come you're not training today like usual?" she asked, trying as hard as she could not to let on that she was a little too familiar with his training routine. She knew he had no reason to be suspicious of her, after all, his routine wasn't exactly hard to pick up on, specially when it occurred so frequently and precisely.

"Just taking a break, feel like resting today," he answered indifferently. She nodded her head, the reason making sense to her. They had to fight a new Mutraddi creature that same day after all. They seemed to be stronger every time, and it had been a tiring battle. It made sense Lance would want to rest after that.

"Well good, you shouldn't push yourself too hard!" it was all too easy to hide her disappointment and replace it with concern, it what was typically expected of her after all.

For once, she went up to her room and did homework. It felt odd to do so, when right now she knew Lance would probably doing his set of chin ups and push ups. The night was dull in comparison and she couldn't deny that she was very disappointed. But at least there would be no lustful thoughts for the night. Maybe she would actually get a good night's rest.

She didn't. When it was time to settle in for the night, she was restless. She wasn't used to sleeping so early, and so she decided to keep her own part in her routine. So at the usual time, she had changed into her black shorts and sports bra, making her way down silently.

As she did her usual training regimen, she realized the day wasn't done throwing surprises at her. She immediately felt him as he walked up behind her, his breath tickling the back of her neck as he hovered behind her. Her body froze when he felt his hands at her sides, a shiver running up her spine as her mind went numb.

"If you wanted to train, you could have just told me, princess," his husky tone made her breath hitch, and she knew her routine was definitely broken now.

TBC

Ending thoughts: So how was it? There's still part II waiting, the more reviews the faster it'll come out for sure(hint hint). I want to know how many liked it and what your thoughts of my little story here are. Lemon will definitely be in the next chapter. I think I made Ilana have enough sexual frustration and who better than Lance to fix that? Hehe.